A memorable weekend...
... sometimes, I'll admit, men themselves have their own bag of tricks to pull.
I was led to believe that the time wasn't right. I didn't question that too much, as I have learned over the years that questioning A's motives and the way he lives life often results in some rather early white hairs.
The night itself? A fabulous cheese fondue complete with white wine at dinner, then icewine, a jet tub, and ultimately, a short speech, or rather long one for A, and then well, the proposal.
Predictably, I said yes. Some things are worth waiting for. As for the rest of the weekend? A well deserved opportunity to relax and give our bodies time to heal from a lot of usual life-stresses.











